After she said that, she grabbed Ye Jia's hand and smiled even more cruelly: "Now, it's not your turn to make the decision. Ye Jia, you have to write, and you have to write if you don't write!!!"
His hands were hanging down, without any strength at all, and he couldn't handle them even with the problem.
However, Pengcheng laughed very happily, "It's okay, Ye Jia, you won't be there, I'll help you. As long as I write it, you can just sign it. Of course, if I dare to come, there will be a way to get you
Mark it on it!!”
She ignored Ye Jia and started writing after taking the paper and pen. While writing, she held her breath and focused, "Ye Jia, do you think I'm writing like this, right?"
“…”
"You were having an affair at the ancestral temple. Sister Miaozhi and Mrs. Feng both admitted this... I think about it, it was definitely when the **** was sent back to the ancestral temple. You two met and then started
…Right?…I wrote this way… It was after Feng Miaolian returned to the temple and recovered from illness… She was unwilling to be lonely, she was unfaithful and tempted you in every way… Ye Jia…How did she seduce you…”
She spoke and wrote, her voice was very proud, full of a strong sense of victory. She didn't even realize that she had such talent. She wrote while writing, but she felt that the two of them were both very good at it.
The symptoms of the affair at that time were vividly revealed on paper.
"Yejia... do you think this is right??? Did that bitch seduce you like this?"
She read out the plot she wrote out loud.
Ye Jia suddenly lost his voice.
She raised her head, furious, and slapped her in the face: "Die bald donkey... do you dare to pretend to be dead? This princess depicts your evidence vividly. Do you dare to pretend to be dead for me? Get up!"
At that time, the body could no longer stand upright, his hands lost their strength, his eyes could no longer turn, and even pain, anger, despair... all emotions no longer exist in his body.
Whether it is love, hate, pain, or being used by others... they all turned into clouds and smoke. Even the torture of this vicious woman in front of them became so weak and powerless...
"Yejia, even if you want to die, you have to draw this handprint to die."
She grabbed his finger coldly and pressed it to the best certificate she had written, but remembered that there was no Zhu Hong. However, she was not worried at all. She suddenly took a dagger, pointed it at Ye Jia's finger and stabbed it.
A drop of red blood flowed down, soaking the black ink. She grabbed his hand hatefully and pressed it down: "Die bald donkey... This time, your guilt is confirmed... Hahahaha... Feng Miaolian, you
Bastard, if you want me to die, you will die too... Even if you can cover the sky with your hands, you will definitely die..."